I pretended you were at the show last night.
On the way home someone walked past me in a long black coat.
It reminded me of the time #1 took me to Katherine Hepburn's house.
I welcome the day I don't have to pretend.
We just wanted to see it.
I guess.
We also wanted something to happen, something big, Like Meg Ryan walking out of a New York brownstone in the fall big.
She brought my headshot, I was embarrassed, it was very nice; on a golf course.
You probably went to church this morning, so did I.
OK.
Covered in snow,
Skin and Toast
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